Shock Therapy: Day 2 of the frigid treatment

Today was worse than yesterday; I knew how cold the water would be, so I was both prepared and unprepared for what followed next.

It was not easier, and the water seemed to have had a vengeance after I challenged it yesterday. I almost did not do the cold shower, but I could not bear the thought of an empty blog post.

And I lied in yesterday's post; I do know why I am attempting this feat. Apparently cold showers help improve immunity and so on. So, yes, I do want to see by how much my immunity will be improved by these frigid mornings.

And once I get through the process, I will be able to answer some questions, does "cold" give you a "cold"?

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